Jan. 9th Poem: Wish

I used to wish dandelions lived through winter
because
wishes shouldn't only be reserved for:

sunny days
hot days
spring days
summer days
lazy days
I-have-nothing-better-to-do-than-pick-a-dandelion-days

I'd observe dandelions in the snow
I'd crouch down close,
and carefully consider each seed
to see if they are
in fact
springtime snowflakes
that winter passes to spring
when the fresh covered snow
can no longer hide
our wishes